Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. If it was, I'd be as rich as Seto Kaiba himself. (Well, probably not, but you get the idea…) This fic takes a different path from the structure, as it is a transition chapter to what happens next. Hope that clears things up for you. aLl I can say is Kaiba is soon going to resort to more evil measures to get what he wants…
Summary: Kaiba's Delivery Service… Whatever the damage, we won't deliver your package… so screw me. Just try it… Meh heh heh. Yugi, vengeance shall be mine! No one takes away what is rightfully mine. You thought you got rid of me, but you shall be buried in the same grave as your friends. I am Kaiba Seto, and always get what I want. Ku ku ku… I'm coming for you, Yugi.
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Kaiba's Delivery Service: Fifth Scheme
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I always get what I want. Yugi shall fall, I will claim what's rightfully mine and then… Meh heh heh. Bill Gates will be next.
Kaiba Seto grimaced and held his hands to his head in pain. Ever since that strange message, he had been experiencing a strange desire to get rid of that annoying little upstart, Yugi. Of course, it wasn't strange because he wanted to defeat him, it was strange because he wanted to kill the little insolent mothering twerp in as painful a way as possible.
And as slowly as possible, for no one messes with me! Yugi, Yugi, Yugi. Perhaps you shall entertain me once again.
As he thought this he stroked his chin, an evil smile on his face.
His fingers dug into his desk, as if he was resisting something inside of himself, something that was screaming to get out. It was like Aliens, but worse. At least the aliens in that movie didn't speak as if they were better than everyone else.
Look at you; what have you become? You shame our name! How can you call yourself a Kaiba when you purposely fail at business, fail to teach your brother what tough love is all about and have failed to kill off the one who dared to shame us? Pathetic! And at least in Aliens they were perfect killing machines, unlike you. I've seen old women who are deadlier than you. Hell, even that fruitcake Pegasus and his bunny can kick more ass than you!
"Oh, shut the hell up!"
He slammed his fist on the desk, only just noticing that he was losing it. He was not insane! He was just overworked and undervalued… and in the need to kill a certain boy with spiky hair as excruciatingly as possible. Ply him with allotropic drugs and make him think he was a Morris dancer. Cover him with pollen and shove his head inside a wasp's nest. And perhaps leave him tied up in front of continuous re-runs of the English-dubbed Sailor Moon.
That's more like it. You're a man after my own heart, which you are of course. I am you. I need some entertainment; let's go and fire some staff.
But why upset the status quo! His other self protested.
Ah, who cares? Let's do it anyway.
An evil smile spread across his face as he straightened himself and marched proudly to his office door. There were several single mothers he was sure he could get done for benefit fraud, even if they were innocent. He hadn't framed anyone for quite a while, not since those incidents with how he had come about his Blue Eyes White Dragon Cards. Who cared if one of them had committed suicide? If torture, both physical and mental, was an art, then he was a grand master. A veritable Hieronymus Bosch.
But who to fire? Perhaps I could make one of them commit suicide? I have a reputation to uphold, after all.
He then smiled and checked out his face in a nearby mirror. At least the goods were still intact. Ever since that day, he had waited for his revenge. They thought they had banished him. How wrong they were.
Wherever there is light, there is darkness. I'm coming for you, Yugi.